What It Look Like Chief Keef

[Intro]
Aye, aye, aye, gang, gang, squad, squad
Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad, squad

[Verse 1]
You let her give you a milk mustache
I was on my way to get the cash
You sent a dick picture, she said you sad
All these blue hundreds where my racks
I used to need money on the gas
I used to need 10 on the smoke
I was in the alleyway, on front$treet, hand on the dope
Slick knows fans for the folks
Bitch I'm from the motherfuckin' go, where your chances are low
If you getting bread, you could be toast
I been on the west for years now, might hit my city wearin' somе locs
Yo hoe be commenting up on my post
3 bеds in this bitch, but I still might fuck her on the floor
The stick I’m stuck to it just like a post
Told that bitch you better not be getting outta line or you’ll get choked
The new choppa I got came with a scope
Niggas don't even know how to use a gun
How the fuck they gone know how to use a scope?
Damn

[Chorus]
Run up boy, you gonna die
It's a .45, what it look like?
Streets don't love you, momma told you that
Got a fatass strap, it'll blow your back
Two Styrofoam, 5-10 blunts
Chefs just made a plate, gone and get one
I'm a greedy nigga, I'm on my 61
I got me a bitch, and got my dick one